As the darkness of night covers the town, my heart awaits, beating wildly with anticipation. He will come as he always does. Under the cover of darkness. Wrapping my arms tightly about myself I settle down to wait. Ever watching all that goes on around me. A lark calls out to its mate upon the gentle winds. Lovers walking together entwined, lost in each other.

    Closing my eyes, images dance behind my closed lashes. Images of two lovers entwined in a dance. A dance meant only for one another. Lost in each other, not noticing what goes on around them. He holds her tight within the circle of his arms. His dark embrace as he whispers sinful thoughts upon the winds to tickle her ears and heat her very soul.

    He has chosen her. He delights in her. He vows He will make her His. She will belong to him and only him. A soft sigh escapes her lips. A small smile of pleasure adorns the soft curve of her lips. She snuggles deeper into his embrace. He is her One. The One who will tame her very soul. He turns suddenly leading her around the floor.

    The night circles around me as I sit upon the bench dreaming of my dark lover. My nipples harden at the thought of his embrace. My loins seem to alight with a need all their own. All must be contained for he surely will not survive the intensity of my kiss. Opening my eyes I whisper out upon the night’s gentle winds to a lover yet to be….

    I will be yours dear One. You have but to claim my tortured soul. To come and claim me for your own. A seductive smile adorns my lips. Pink tongue slips out to moisten parched lips, lips now glistening in the moonlight, soft, wet and waiting for The Night’s Sinful Kiss...